F O U R T E E N; heart to rot
Your fingers formed an armed gun
A bullet thrown out for me to run
It went straight to my shallow heart
Your words are bitter like lemon and tart
You've reckoned a piece of my life
Felt like a stab with a pointy knife
That's how it feels to be betrayed
That's when I knew you were fake
The looks of disgust are thrown my way
When can I ever feel a bit safe
Please give my heart a break, you say
I laughed with a knife in my hand, "time for you to pay"
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poem is a bit weird but it relates of being the heartbreaker thingy
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The Heartbreakers Club | Poems
Poetryyou've just pressed on a story that makes you think of life real deeply and look at the world a bit differently. - - - - #8 in Heartbreaker {7/23/18}
